"Will her love escape the tragedies that plague us? Your move brother mine." Freya asked as she marveled the beautiful golden necklace worn by another across her hall. "Its not us who decides for the mortals in such matters. Father and Skaldi were different too in some ways like this Nordic celt and her Saxon. He of the sea and her of the mountains. Neither could give up on what they loved and it tainted the love that was meant for them. The Norns will know that tend the well Urd. Your move sister." Frey smiled.
 She moved her piece in a mock move touching as two pieces kissing gingerly. "I think they will. Not like the love her and devon shared. That was too much like myself and Od. Why did he leave me brother?" "Some things are left unknown and better as such. It is like that of Gerd and I this Nordic Celt and the Saxon. You must move your piece sister mine." Frey demanded growing impatient. She laughed as she moved the piece. "Toreena is like your Gerd. her heart was frozen but the love of the saxon has melted it like a coming spring. I think they shall live long together. I will wish it and it be so. Your move brother." Frey rubbed his fingers into his beard as he studied the game board before him. "The fate of the Saxon is known only to the Norns. They will not be so eager to share it like they did of Devon." "It is not fair Frey that I can not find out." Freya cried. "Dry your golden tears sister mine and make your move. I have not lost his piece from the board. The saxon still stands only shielded by my hand." Frey joked. "You can not have him for your hall. It is not fair. Please do not tease me." Freya said as she made her move. "We will put them together and promise that until the Norns speak it, their pieces will be together. I will not take her for my hall if you do not take him for yours. Your word on it brother mine."
 "Why do they mean so much to you sister? Not to worry I have traded my sword to Skirnir to win the heart of my Gerd. Perhaps the saxon will trade his sword for the heart of his Toreena. My word I will not part them but I can not speak for Odin or the others. I will speak to Bragi of it so he will not sing the deeds of either before their time. Place the pieces together and make your next move." "She is like I when Od left. There was no happiness to come until I saw the mortal Ottar. Kasha is her Ottar and Devon her Od. I will speak to the Norns. I do hope their tale is happy." Freya said excitedly as she wrapped the two pieces in gold spun cloth for safe keeping. "They must never be taken apart these two." "Sister ,move your next piece. They are mere mortals I can not be troubled by such. You have my word it will not be I that parts them nor father Njord. I shall speak it so to him."
 Ceremony 20 May 1017 Early eve was upon those gathered within the small glen near the Solig longhouse. Every star was vying for attention. It would bode a night of clear midnight blue filled with the dance of light. The moonlight bathed those waiting in it's soft light. Torches had been set in a circle. A long runner of white linen stitched with celtic circles ran the length of a stone alter. Upon the alter rested a silver goblet. Two silver oil lamps on each side already casting a soft light. Laying near the goblet a jewel encrusted dirk. Beside it a narrow length of tartan. Father Padrig had agreed to oversee the ceremony. Kasha stood near the alter with Boan. Doom walked around lighting the torches then joined the two men who stood anxiously waiting. It had not been an easy road for the two who would be joined together this night. It would bring forth the fruitation of the love they held for each other. More than that it would show all those around them, that through the trials of the past few years they had prevailed. Sera proceeded her carrying the sword of her ancestors. Her long dark tresses cascade down her back. Blue eyes accented by the dark blue of her overdress embroidered in rich hues of azure. Attached to her shoulders a long mantle of azure brocade held in place by two silver broaches. On her forehead rests a lann of silver inlaid with precious jewels. A vison of beauty glides forward and stands before the man she loves. Taking the sword from Sera she handed it to him. Her dark blue eyes never leaving his. Laying it upon the alter, he turned and from Boan, took up his sword and handed it to her. She then placed it across hers. Each then laid a ring on the hilt of his sword. Father Padrig then stepped forward and spoke these words. "We gather to witness and celebrate the sacred vows that will be given this night."
"I Kasha take you Toreena to be my wife. He presents her ring on the hilt of his sword. Taking it she slides it onto her finger.
"I Toreena take you Kasha to be my husband. She presents his ring to him, he slides it upon his finger. They kneel before the alter. Father Padrig hands her the dirk. She nicks her hand then hands it to Kasha who does the same. Father Padrig then takes the narrow strip of tartan and binds their left hands together.
"May the blessings of the Divine be upon you, Handing Kasha the silver chalice, Kasha drinks then hands it to his wife, she takes a sip of the wine. Rising they face each other and she whispers to him softly, "Leatsa a daonnan." Softly he says to her, "I am with you forever my carina." there eyes never leaving each other. Kasha pulls his new wife into his arms and kisses her thoroughly. Together they turn and look to those gathered. Doom steps forward and smiles upon the two. Soon they are surrounded by those who have gathered to celebrate the marriage of Kasha the Saxon and Toreena the Scottish lass. It is only the beginning of their journey. Hands unbound now, Kasha takes the narrow strip of tartan folds it and places it in his tunic. So life begins anew for the newly wed couple.
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